“Ido. I want you, all of you.” She wriggled against the hardness in his trousers, the sensation teasing her already sensitive core.“Allof you.”
With a groan, he dropped his head forward. “Ember, we’re in afactory.”
“I do not care ifyoudo not.”
The sound he made was somewhere between a growl and a laugh, then he was suddenly moving, scooping her up in his arms, her blouse flopping open between them. When had that happened? Ember didn’t have time to consider it, because he was taking the stairs up to the offices two at a time, and she merely hung on as he barreled down the corridor.
Then he was using his hip to push open the door tohisoffice, and gently setting her down in the center.
“Ember, are you certain?—”
She cut him off by surging up to kiss him as her hands frantically stripped his jacket off his shoulders. “I have dreamed of this,” she confessed in a whisper as she helped him undress.
His moan of surrender was her only response, as his hands moved frantically, stripping off his suit as her fingers flew over her buttons.
When they came together again, both naked, it wasgloriousto feel his skin against hers.
“Ember,” he whispered, his voice harsh with need as his palms skimmed across her skin. “I want…”
“Yes.” It was all she needed to say, all either of them needed to say.
His fingers were callused with hard work and a lifetime of strength. He wasn’t a lord, he wasn’t the manager of a factory, he was just Max.HerMax.
And he loved her.
The way she loved him.
When he settled down on the sofa against the window, she went willingly, straddling his thighs. Her palms bracketed his cheeks, and she kissed him as he stroked her wet folds, readying her.
When she sank down atop him, they both groaned in pleasure.
“Slowly, lass,” he growled, and despite the tightness, Ember found herself smiling, full of joy at his caring, and the way he mimicked his brothers’ brogue.
Then she was fully seated, her core stretched deliciously around his hard length, their pelvises pressed against one another as they sat, nose to nose, staring into one another’s eyes.
“I love you, Ember Oliphant,” Max whispered.
Her grin flashed. “You are not just saying that because I am sitting on your cock?”
The way he flushed was adorable. To think that he could be embarrassed at a time like this?
“I’m saying it because it’s true.”
Ember shifted her weight to her knees and rocked forward just slightly, pulling her core across him, causing him to slide out of her just a fraction before she sat back again. The sensation had her gasping as pleasure spiked through her, but Max was silent, his gaze intent and his hands locked on her hips, helping her move.
He was watching her. Watching her pleasure.
Watching hertakeher pleasure.
Grinning, Ember gave him a show.
With each tiny movement, each gently rocking, she brought herself closer and closer to the edge, undulating against him and around him. She loved the way he watched carefully, his lips tight, as if fighting to maintain control.
Ember wanted to tell him to let go, to lose control…but she was so consumed by the sensations coursing through her body, she couldn’t form the words.
Each time she rocked, each time she rose up on her knees and sank back down again, the exquisite friction caused her to gasp in joy. Her pleasure built and built until she was drowning in it.
Yes.
